Dan figures it's only fair for him to be the one taking the leap; he can feel the arousal coming off of Marcus, and he's practically gripping the edge of the sink by the time Marcus enters the restroom. He's been working his lower lip between his teeth, leaving his mouth already pink and swollen. His jeans, a nice pair, stretch suggestively over where he's half-hard.

"Yeah," he breathes, "funny how that worked out."

The only reason he isn't already pulling Marcus to him is to be doubly sure that this is as welcome as he thinks it is; there are still distant voices, the sounds of a restaurant winding down for the evening.

"The door locks," he says helpfully.